Beyond an ivory casted door,
There lies a wondering desire
Stained with rose curled fugues,
Of such to be wrapped in youthful bodies
Touched by frail hands of fear and shame,
Engulfed by delicate smelts of love
They'd hysterically burn away,
Igniting candles swimming down to truth
Heavily yearned for expert caress.
Until time comes to fall stabbing that lonesome blue wall,
And a great bed drugged with perfume
Unclothed, not knowing what to do.
It'd spread its carnivorous flowered-mouth for all.
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collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
